Cops didn't even care, they were more concerned that we might have not looked before we ran across the street to get the ball (the cops were nice when we lived there). My parent's realized the lady was a crazy so we just ended up using our backyard.
Come to think of it, nearly everyone on that street was mad. One household was so handicapped they ruined a brand new house because they were all fat and stupid, and then moved 5 houses up the street in our friend's old house. They were like hicks but worse, think of the most fat stupid ignorant Jesus-loving forget up, now think 2x worse and with a family of kids that literally did not bath and slept outside. Plus they always told stories about their cousin in jail.
We hated them and they would always come over to play, uninvited. My brothers and I won't speak of them in detail to each other, but occasionally we mention the "Donahues".
